Sara/Fleetwood Mac
This song played in my mind amidst the desert wastes of Sharjah though the lyrics didn’t get as far as the sand bit – that comes from Matthew 7:24-27 and the parable of The Wise and Foolish Builders, who built their houses respectively on rock and sand.
I am not going to include a link to a bible reading, but have included the Fleetwood Mac song. This enigmatic song was written by Stevie Nicks and is supposedly about an aborted baby she would have had with Don Henley, frontman from The Eagles. It was included in the 1979 album Tusk.
Wait a minute, baby.
Stay with me awhile
Said you’d give me light
But you never told me about the fire
Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
But now it’s gone
It doesn’t matter what for
When you build your house
Then call me home
And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings of a storm
I think I had met my match
He was singing
And undoing
And undoing the laces
Undoing the laces
Said, Sara
You’re the poet in my heart
Never change
Never stop
But now it’s gone
It doesn’t matter what for
But when you build your house
Then call me home
Hold on
The night is coming and the starling flew for days
I’d stay home at night all the time
I’d go anywhere, anywhere, anywhere
Ask me and I’m there
Ask me and I’m there, I care
In the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
But now it’s gone
They say it doesn’t matter anymore
If you build your house
Then, please, call me home
Sara
You’re the poet in my heart
Never change
And don’t you ever stop
Now it’s gone,
No, it doesn’t matter anymore
When you build your house
I’ll come by
Sara
Sara
(There’s a heartbeat
And it never really died, it never, never really died)
Oh Sara,
Would you swallow all your pride
Would you speak a little louder
Singing, all I ever wanted.